CLAIMED BY MY FORBIDDEN ALPHA STEP FATHER

Chapter 7: Blood and Knot

The suite alarms screamed red through the darkness as Alexander dressed for war, his massive c**k still semi-hard and glistening with our combined release. c*m leaked steadily down my thighs onto the leather couch, my newly marked neck throbbing with the fresh mate bite. The bond pulsed between us like a living thing — raw, unbreakable, flooding me with his rage and possessive hunger. My body felt changed. Stronger. My green eyes still glowed golden in the reflection of the glass wall, silver-black fur rippling faintly under my skin as the partial shift lingered.

“Stay hidden,” he growled, silver eyes burning into me one last time. “No matter what you hear. You are mine, Elara. My claimed Luna. I will kill them all before they touch you.”

He left. The heavy lock clicked. I curled on the couch, naked and dripping, terror and dark satisfaction twisting in my belly. My fingers traced the bite mark. It sent fresh heat straight to my core. Even now, after he had knotted me so brutally, I ached for more.

Minutes stretched into agony. I heard the elevator ding far below. Voices rose — Mother’s sharp, accusing tone mixed with deep male growls. Rival wolves. At least three. Their scents filtered up through the vents: bitter aggression and lust directed at me.

I crept to the door, pressing my enhanced ear against it. The bond let me feel Alexander’s fury like my own.

“You dare bring outsiders into my tower?” Alexander’s voice boomed, Alpha power rolling through the floors. “Elara is under my protection.”

“She is my daughter,” Mother spat. “And I know what you’ve done. The scent of her heat is all over you. You marked her. Your own stepdaughter. Disgusting.”

A rival Alpha laughed low and cruel. “The girl is the Blessed Luna Rising. Her power called to us. Hand her over, Sterling, or we take her by force. She belongs to a true pack, not your perverted games.”

Glass shattered somewhere below. Fights broke out. I trembled, but my wolf surged with protective rage. I was no longer just the terrified intern. The transformation had awakened something vicious.

The elevator to the suite suddenly activated. Someone was coming up.

I barely had time to grab Alexander’s discarded shirt and pull it over my naked body before the doors opened. Mother stormed in first, eyes wild with jealousy and betrayal. Two massive rival wolves flanked her, their eyes raking over my marked neck, my bare legs, the c*m still drying on my thighs.

“Elara!” Mother shrieked. “What has he done to you?”

I backed up, but the bond made me stand taller. “He claimed what was always his. I am his Luna.”

One rival stepped forward, nostrils flaring at my scent. “Sweet little virgin no more. But still fertile. Still ripe for a real Alpha.” His gaze was pure rapey hunger, worse than any office stare. “Come with us. We’ll treat you like the queen you are instead of this stepfather’s whore.”

Rage exploded inside me. My claws extended. I lunged before I could think, raking across his face with newfound strength. He roared, blood spraying.

Alexander burst through the suite doors like a storm, shirt torn, blood on his fists. He grabbed the rival by the throat and slammed him into the wall so hard the glass cracked.

“You looked at her.” His voice was death. “You scented what is mine.”

The fight was brutal and fast. Alexander shifted partially — massive shoulders broadening, fangs fully out, silver fur rippling. He tore through both rivals with savage efficiency, bones cracking under his fists. Mother screamed, trying to run, but he pinned her against the wall with one hand.

“You schemed to sell my mate to rivals,” he snarled. “For what? Power? Jealousy because I never wanted you?”

I stood there, chest heaving, Alexander’s shirt barely covering my marked, c*m-stained body. The sight of him defending me so ruthlessly sent fresh slickness down my thighs. The bond throbbed with lust even in the middle of blood and violence.

Alexander threw the bodies into the elevator and locked it down. Then he turned to me, eyes feral, c**k straining hard against his pants again.

Mother watched in horror as he stalked toward me. “Elara, no—”

He ignored her completely. In one motion he lifted me onto the edge of the marble counter, shoved the shirt up, and buried his face between my legs again. His tongue lapped at the mess he had left earlier, growling with approval as he cleaned me with filthy, possessive strokes.

“Mine,” he snarled against my p***y. “My knot. My c*m. My Luna.”

I moaned loudly, claws digging into his hair, hips grinding against his mouth despite Mother’s presence. The wrongness only made it hotter. Alexander stood, freed his massive c**k, and thrust into me in one brutal stroke. The knot was already swelling.

He f****d me right there on the counter, hard and deep, while Mother screamed curses. Every thrust slammed me against the marble, my breasts bouncing, his fangs grazing my neck over the fresh mark.

“Look at your stepfather claiming you,” he growled loud enough for her to hear. “Feel how perfectly this p***y takes my knot.”

The knot popped inside me again, locking us. I came screaming, walls milking him as he flooded me with another load, breeding me deeper. Power surged between us — my Luna queen energy flaring bright, strengthening the pack bond.

Mother fled in terror when he roared his release.

We stayed locked together for long minutes, panting. Alexander licked my mark tenderly, hips still grinding shallowly.

“The rivals will come harder now,” he murmured. “Your mother will try to destroy us. But you are mine. Fully claimed. Tomorrow in the office, you will sit at my side as my Luna, not just the intern. And every night I will knot you until you carry my pups.”

I clung to him, terrified of the war we had started, but addicted to the pleasure only my forbidden Alpha stepfather could give.

The tower was no longer safe.

And I was no longer the scared virgin.

The Blessed Luna was rising — wet, marked, and ready for whatever came next.